The Obsessed With Him Series: Complete Box Set (A Bad Boy Romance) (12 page)

I took in a breath and my hands balled into fists at my side.

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” Colt said. “If you hurt yourself because of me, it would kill me.”

“Then stop pushing me,” I said. “Stop tormenting me, stop teasing me. You’re causing all these things inside of me, Colt, and the only way I know how to handle it, to stop from feeling it, is to cut.”

“Then don’t fight it. Feel it.”

“I can’t. I need to…. I need a release from it.”

His eyes blazed and he reached out and shut the door behind him. He turned the lock, the clicking noise echoing through the room.

“Then let me be your release,” he breathed, and suddenly his body was pressed against mine, turning me around so that my back was up against the door, trapping me.

He took my hands in his, pushed them up over my head and then his mouth collided with mine. His tongue pushed past my lips, claiming me, and I had that familiar feeling I had whenever he was close to me, the feeling of being pushed over an edge, of losing control of everything, of soaring through the air. My legs went weak as he kissed me, my heart thrumming against my ribs.

His hand slid down the side of my body, his fingers skimming over the side of my breast. He found the bottom of my shirt and slipped his hand up under it, his fingers blazing a searing trail over the small of my back.

His pelvis ground against mine, and I could feel him, hard through the jeans he was wearing, and as his hard dick pushed against my pussy, a tiny little moan escaped my lips.

“You like that, Princess?” he asked huskily.

“Yes,” I said, my voice weak with desire.

He grabbed my ass and picked me up off the floor, and I wrapped my legs around him as he took me over to the couch in the corner. He set me down again and then sat down on the couch so that I was standing in front of him.

“God, Princess, you are so fucking sexy,” he said, his eyes raking up my body. “Put your arms up.” I did as he said, and reached up and pulled my shirt off me, tossed it onto the floor and then unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down over my hips and off my ankles, leaving me in just my bra and panties.

I’d never been this naked in front of a man before, and my skin prickled with hot goose bumps.

Colt was still sitting on the couch, and he pulled my hips toward him, his tongue sliding down over my belly button, continuing lower and lower until he reached the top of my panties. He tugged them down the tiniest bit so that just the very top of my mound was exposed to him.

“I wanted to fuck you the first second I saw you,” he said, reaching up and unhooking my bra. My breasts spilled from the lacey cups and he pulled me down onto the couch, sucking my nipples into his mouth, mauling me with his hands. He ripped his shirt off and pulled me to him, my nipples brushing against the taut, tan skin of his pecs as he kissed me, the two of us groaning into each other’s mouths. My body was on fire, his mouth and hands stoking the flames hotter and hotter, making me feel as if I was going to explode. His big hands slid down and cupped my ass, drawing me to him before flipping me over in one fluid motion and laying his body on top of mine.

He placed his palm flat on my stomach, then slid it down my body and over the front of my panties.

“You wet for me, baby?” he asked, his dark eyes locked on mine.

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps.

“Tell me.”

“I’m wet.”

“Look how wet you are.”

I looked down at myself, naked except for my panties. I could see the dampness on the sheer fabric, so sticky and wet that they clung to my skin, clearly outlining the lips of my pussy.

I felt his finger slip inside of me, and I closed my eyes and moaned with pleasure.

“Look at me, baby,” he said. “I want to see your pretty face while I finger you.”

I opened my eyes and fell into his.

He was so beautiful he took my breath away.

Our gazes locked as he pushed another finger inside of me, and I gasped as I felt myself stretch out around him.

“You’re so tight, Princess,” he groaned.

I took in a shuddering breath as he began moving his fingers in and out of me slowly.

He lowered his mouth to my neck, kissing across my collarbone, before taking my tit back into his mouth and sucking on it hungrily, his tongue swirling around the tip of my nipple.

“I bet your pussy tastes so good,” he breathed in my ear, that familiar cocky tone back in his voice.

He pulled his fingers out from between my legs and brought them to his mouth, sucking on them hungrily. “You taste like honey, Princess,” he said. “I’m gonna need another taste.”

My legs immediately pushed together as he moved down my body. He kneeled in front of me on the couch and pushed my legs straight up into the air, then brought his hand down and smacked it against my ass.

I moaned as he grabbed my panties and slid them over my hips, down my thighs, over my knees and off my ankles.

He put his hands on my knees and began to spread my legs apart, but I felt a blush starting in my face and moving down my body, leaving me hot and self-conscious.

“Wait,” I said. “I’m not… No one’s ever…”

Colt grinned wickedly, and then pushed my legs apart slowly. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll be gentle. Just relax, baby.”

And then he was down there, his fingers spreading my pussy open as he licked me, down there, on my slit, his tongue sliding up and down in one smooth, controlled motion. I gasped in ecstasy. I had never felt such pleasure before, had never known something could feel so good.

He sucked my clit into his mouth, then gazed up at me. “You taste sweet, baby,” he said, his thumb flicking against my clit. “So fucking sweet.”

And then he was back down there, eating me out, kissing me open mouthed on my bare pussy. I felt my toes curl and I gripped the couch cushion underneath me, twisting the fabric in my hands.

He sucked my clit and licked my pussy, sliding his tongue inside of me, flicking it against me like a hot switch.

Then he started using his fingers again, this time sliding two inside of me without any problem.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

I looked down at him, watched his fingers disappearing inside of me, and the sensation of him finger fucking me coupled with watching him do it was almost unbearably intense.

“Colt,” I said, grabbing his hand.

“Yes?” he asked in that teasing little voice of his.

“I think I’m going to…”

“You think you’re going to what, baby?”

“If you keep doing that I think I’m going to come.” The words were foreign on my tongue. I’d never had an orgasm before, but I could feel my body building toward something, the pleasure rocking me to my core.

“Not until I fuck you,” he said. He stood up and began unbuckling his pants and I gazed up at him, marveling at the beauty that was his body, every muscle and tendon defined and edged. And then before I knew it, he was back on top of me, his hard dick poised outside my opening, sliding against me, making me even wetter than I was.

“I wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you,” he said. His forehead was pressed against mine, his big hands on my body, one holding my hip, the other on the back of my neck. “I want to be inside of you baby, I want to feel that little virgin pussy wrapped around my cock.”

I groaned again, loving the feeling of the head of his dick rubbing on me, getting me wet and slick, my juices mixing with his precum.

“Tell me,” he whispered. “Say it.”

“Fuck me.” The words were exciting and thrilling, the anticipation of what we were about to do, that he was going to take my virginity right here, right now, on this couch, mixing together with the feel of his body on top of mine, his dick against my pussy, his hands and mouth all over me.

I was hot and cold at the same time, shivering and bursting into flames, out of my mind and completely clear. It was like he was awakening every good feeling I’d ever had, every hope I’d ever given up on, every need I’d ever been afraid to admit, every desire I’d ever denied myself.

The way he was playing with my body and the feelings he was stirring inside of me physically, were too primal, too strong to be tamped down. For the first time in my whole life, I felt alive.

Colt stared into my eyes, pushing my hair back from my face.

‘“Olivia,” he breathed, and ran his hand up the side of my body, his fingers intertwining with mine as he crushed his mouth against mine, his stubble rubbing against my chin, his tongue slipping past my lips, gentle this time. “Are you sure?” he whispered, his eyes filled with want.

I nodded and a second later I felt him press inside of me in one gentle stroke, pushing past my resistance. There was a sharp sting of pain and I cried out in surprise, but he silenced me with another kiss, keeping his mouth on mine, his tongue moving rhythmically in my mouth as he began moving inside of me slowly, getting me used to his cock.

His breathing deepened, and mine did too as our bodies fell into a rhythm as he fucked me. He was so slow, so gentle, so tender as he broke me in.

The stinging pain began to fade to a dull throb, and then the dull throb began to be replaced with a deep pleasure, one that seemed to start in my pussy and move through my body, spreading out from my belly into my limbs.

He began to quicken his pace, to pump his hips into me faster, and he took his lips from mine and propped himself above me.

I looked down to see him disappearing inside of me, his cock buried inside of me as our bodies became one. He was so big, so thick and hard, and I was shocked that I was seemingly able to take all of him.

“You. Are. So. Fucking. Tight,” Colt groaned as he pumped into me, faster and faster.

I could feel that same feeling coming over me, the same unstoppable feeling I’d had when he was kissing me on my pussy, and when he lowered his mouth to my nipple, sucking my tit into his mouth with an audible suckling sound, I felt my body get pushed over the edge.

I came, the sensation indescribable, the pleasure so exhilarating and unbelievable that I almost felt as if I couldn’t be happening to me.

“Look at me,” Colt groaned. “Let me see you when you come.”

I moved my eyes to his, and just when I thought the waves of pleasure were done rolling through me, they started again, twisting through my body, radiating from my core, taking over my body, shattering me into a million pieces.

“Shit,” Colt said. “I’m going to come inside you, baby. You’re so fucking tight. I can’t help it.”

He pumped harder and harder, his hands skimming down my sides, over my hips until he cupped my ass and pulled me into him so he could get deeper inside of me.

I felt him convulse on top of me, and then I felt him explode in my pussy, warming me with his come, filling me, making me his.

When he was done he collapsed on top of me. I ran my hands up his back, enjoying the feel of him still inside of me as I ran my hands over the chiseled muscles of his back, up the back of his neck and through his hair.

He pulled out of me slowly, then laid next to me on the couch.

I swallowed, the adrenaline slowly dissipating, the intensity and meaning of what I’d done finally beginning to hit me.

Colt turned over and propped himself up on his elbow.

He reached out and grabbed a strand of my hair, began absent-mindedly turning it over in his fingers. I couldn’t tell from his expression what he was thinking. Had he liked it? Had it been as good for him as it was for me? Had I been enough for him.

I wanted to ask him what he was thinking, but I was afraid.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Did I hurt you?”

I shook my head. “No. Not too much.”

We lay there for a long moment, not saying anything, our legs tangled in each other, Colt’s fingertips brushing softly over my lower belly.

There was knock on the door, and Colt jumped off of the couch, rushing to put his clothes on.

I followed suit.

“Colt,” Jessa called from the other side of the door. “The door’s locked.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m coming.”

He turned and left, whatever had burned between us, whatever connection we’d had, disappearing into a puff of smoke.

I
went back
to my computer.

I didn’t know what else to do.

It was impossible to concentrate.

I couldn’t believe I’d slept with him, right there on the couch. I kept glancing over there, like it was the scene of a crime.

I wondered how many girls he’d slept with on that couch. Probably dozens.

The thought filled me with a sick jealousy.

How could I feel this way about someone I hardly knew?

As the hours went by, the panic began to build in my chest.

I’d slept with him.

Kissing him was one thing.

But sleeping with him?

I was supposed to go see Declan tonight. How could I tell him what had happened? Did I even have to tell him what had happened? We’d promised each other that we’d never be with anyone else, that we’d be each other’s first everything. But we couldn’t cross that line when we were in the system – if we’d gotten caught hooking up in our foster home, we’d be separated forever.

Declan had been willing to risk it.

But I knew that if he was caught with me, they’d blame him. Sure, it would be bad for me – I’d be moved, and it would always be in my file that I had a sexual history with another foster kid. ‘Sexually acting out’ they called it, as if two teenagers hooking up was something nefarious and not completely normal.

But it would be worse for him.

It was always worse for the boy.

I typed his address into the computer, searching for clues as to what his life might be like.

His apartment building seemed to be in a nice area of town, and it made me glad. I wondered if he lived alone, if he had a roommate, what kind of job he had.

When I googled his name, nothing came up, and I wondered again how Colt had found him.

“You still going?” a voice asked.